“He had Skella pinned in the kitchen, snapping at her with his massive jaws. She was up on the table, about to throw a salt shaker at him, when I burst in the door. “Don’t bother,” I said, storming into the kitchen. “He’ll just eat it.” He turned to me, hissing and baring his bajillion teeth. I swung my pack as hard as I could, catching him upside the head and flinging him across the room to smash into the refrigerator. Before he could rise, I stomped on his head. Squish, and Bub was dead again.... He must be tired of this by now. The little bastard managed to put a bite into the sole of my Doc Martens, though. Damn it all. I sat on the floor beside his already-bubbling corpse and pulled my boot off. They were soaked in blood as well, and the sole was ruined. Good thing I had sneakers in my spare-clothes kit. But those were my favorite boots. This I was not going to forgive. “Okay, now I know where you’ve been disappearing to lately,” Skella said, looking over the edge of the table at Bub’s frothing corpse.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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